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Peacemakers Are Blessed
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Peacemakers Are Blessed

 

We blindly walk our selfish way

Like wolves and foolish sheep

We hurt each other night and day

And with the devil sleep

 

By day as Satan’s wicked tools

We cheat we steal we kill

By night delving ravenous fools

Seeking their lusts to still

 

But seldom will our hearts forgive

When others do us wrong

Yet seek life’s blessings rich to live

With neither peace nor song

 

Best cease the fighting stop the war

Be wise stretch out one’s hand

For God has so much love to pour

If man would understand

 

Question all quarrels, foolish spats

Give up each petty row

With welcome upon our door mats

Let grace and peace reign now

 

Give up your rights, cast down your pride

Open your arms in love

Invite the foe to come inside

Seek harmony above

 

For blessed are those who seek for peace

Today as in the past

Plunder of wars will come to cease

But blessings always last

 

Lets seek The Father seek The Son

Spread love both far and near

Till peace throughout our world is won

Till Salem’s King reigns here.....


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Submitted: Thursday, April 16, 2015

Last Updated: Thursday, April 16, 2015

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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